The Night Tells
night's horrified and disappointed
why is the warmth of the moon
not as warm as the reflection of the sun
silent calm,
anger was muted,
sitting quiet, dark heart
why do I have to be dark?
aah, I fell asleep
under a tree, on the grass
ah, there's a firefly,
he made a beautiful little light,
that decorates my loneliness
aah, I fell asleep
under a tree, on the grass
ah, there's a firefly,
he made a beautiful little light,
that decorates my loneliness
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